Why I Love Little old Ladies
I got my hair cut today, and just as I stepped out the door of the store, a little old lady walked by on the sidewalk with her lapdog.
My opening the door and stepping out of the barbershop rather quickly must have startled the dog.
Maybe it was just surprised to see that humans can move at a faster pace than its owner and her peer group.
“My little mouse…”
So the lady bends down to her startled dog and says in the sweetest Cologne dialect: “Keine Angst, mein Mäuschen, der tut dir nichts. Der ist nur so stürmisch!” (“Don’t be frightened, my little mouse. He won’t hurt you. He’s just tempestuous!”)
Or was she actually talking to me and describing her dog?